Magic? My Iron Torrent will sweep it all away!

The dragons' scales were damaged in many places, and their bodies were still covered in undried golden blood.

On the back of one of the dragons was a huge skeleton of a bone dragon.

That was one of the two bone dragons.

Elder Muyu stepped forward and solemnly bowed to them.

"Thank you for your help, my dragon friends."

The leading dragon, Adis, lowered his head, his voice muffled, seemingly uninterested in conversation.

"My people were enslaved by the lich, and their souls have finally found peace. I must take them back and bury them in the Land of Dragon's Rest."

As it spoke, several water spirits were arranged by General Adrian to step forward, place their hands on the dragon's body, and cast healing spells.

The magical light covered the dragons' wounds, and they slowly healed.

Elder Mu Yu bowed slightly.

May the departed rest in peace.

"Go then, I will truthfully recount your bravery and selflessness before Her Majesty the Queen, and the Elven race will forever remember the kindness and friendship of the Dragon Clan!"

The dragons nodded, said no more, flapped their enormous wings, and carried the remains of their brethren into the distant sky amidst the howling winds.

Elder Muyu watched them disappear into the distance before turning his gaze away.

He scanned the battlefield but did not find Lin Mo.

It seems he must have gone to the portal.

Elder Muyu found General Adrian, who was directing the cleanup efforts.

"What were our losses?"

General Adrian's face darkened.

"Elder... In this battle, a total of 3,892 members of our clan returned to the embrace of the Goddess of Nature, and countless others were injured."

"Even the elemental spirits responsible for maintaining the third line of defense have fallen into a coma due to exhaustion of magic and need a period of rest."

Elder Muyu tightened his grip on the staff and opened his mouth.

Nearly four thousand casualties.

This is almost one-fifth of the elite elven army.

These Silvermoon Guardians are among the few remaining living forces of the Elven race.

Elder Muyu felt a pang of heartache.

But he knew that now was not the time for sadness.

"General, I'll leave this place to you for now."

"With Princess Fendona absent, I'm the one who needs to handle the communication with that mysterious ally of Great Xia."

"clear."

After handing over the duties to General Adrian, Elder Muyu once again mounted the griffin and flew towards the teleportation portal five kilometers away.

The thought of the amazing power displayed by the people of Daxia lessened his earlier sorrow considerably.

Weapons that can unleash tremendous power without the need for chanting or magical elements are simply unheard of.

The power displayed by the Great Xia people gave him hope for the survival of the Elven race.

......

This is the portal.

The unconscious fourth-tier mage and the knight who blocked Volaz's full-force attack were healed by their comrades who rushed back from the front lines, but their faces were still pale and weak.

Archbishop Kyle stood there, leaning on his staff, holding a magic crystal in one hand to restore his magic power, listening to his subordinates recount the situation at the front.

At that time, he was by the portal and saw many people from the Great Xia Dynasty heading to the front lines with all sorts of strange equipment.

After witnessing the combat power displayed by the Great Xia at the portal, they couldn't help but feel curious about the situation at the front.

After explaining the situation, the fifth-rank priest sighed:

"Their power is incredible; it's not magic at all."

The surrounding clansmen couldn't help but nod in agreement, deeply agreeing.

Kyle listened quietly to the whole thing, seemingly lost in thought.

Suddenly, Lin Mo's excited voice came from afar. He couldn't help but glance at a group of Great Xia people gathered in the distance, as if a conflict had broken out.

Therefore he said:

"Let's go see those amazing Great Xia people. They are not as weak as we thought."

The stubborn conservative archbishop's face now lacked the arrogance and scrutiny he had shown at their first meeting; instead, it displayed a complex, equal solemnity.

He saw the soldiers charging forward with their flesh and blood, and he saw the lives that blossomed amidst the explosions.

If it weren't for these brave warriors buying him time to chant and cast his spell, the outcome might have been very different.

That fearless and resolute determination earned him his respect.

Having just calmed down after venting his emotions, Lin Mo rubbed his face with both hands when he saw Kyle approaching with a group of people.

While relieving stiff facial muscles, suppress all emotions deep inside.

Lin Mo went up to them and took the initiative to speak.

"Your Excellency the Archbishop."

"Lord Lin Mo." Kyle nodded slightly, using the formal address used among the nobles of Terra.

"On behalf of the Holy Human Race, I extend my highest respect to the valor of these noble warriors!"

"May the Holy Light protect the brave survivors and soothe their wounds."

"You are a race worthy of respect."

"Thank you for your blessings and recognition," Lin Mo responded.

"I also want to thank you and your people for all the efforts you made to open this portal."

He glanced at the bloodstains and tattered clothes on the other group and apologized:

"I'm sorry, but I'm not sure if our Great Xia's things and food would cause you poisoning."

"For your safety and for the sake of our friendship, we are unable to entertain you at this time."

"Once our scientists confirm that it is harmless, I will host a lavish banquet to properly entertain you all!"

Kyle shook his head slightly, seemingly unconcerned.

"You're very kind."

There were few formalities between the two sides; the camaraderie forged on the battlefield was far more real than any flowery words.

Kyle got down to business:

"As per the contract, the portal was fully secured at sunrise."

"From this moment on, it will enter a ten-day usage period."

"During this period, we will remain here as a mission to fulfill our monitoring responsibilities."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a clear, melodious eagle cry rang out from the sky.

Several blood-stained griffins flew over quickly and landed not far away.

Elder Muyu and two elves leaped down from the griffin's back and came to the group.

He first glanced at Lin Mo, nodded in greeting, then turned his gaze to Kyle, bowed with his hands on his chest, and said:

"Lord Kyle, we have finally achieved a hard-won victory in this battle thanks to everyone's valiant defense."

"On behalf of the Elven race, I thank the nobles for their assistance. Her Majesty the Queen will remember your deeds."

Kyle nodded, neither confirming nor denying.

"Elder Muyu, we were able to win this battle thanks to these people of Great Xia. Lady Luck has been on their side."

"You've come at the perfect time."

"According to the contract, the Elven race is also required to send representatives to form an inspection delegation with us to perform inspection duties."

"That's natural," Elder Muyu replied readily.

Kyle said no more and turned to look at Lin Mo.

"Lord Lin Mo, we know you have many things to attend to, so we won't disturb you any longer."

"but……"